In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don't try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present.
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In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.
Stop admitting that you
fathered a child out of
wedlock.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Reflection of Life
Life is not about making money,
Life is not about acquiring power,
Life is not about gaining recognition or wealth.
Life is definitely not about work!
Work is only necessary to keep us living
so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.
Life is a balance of Work, Family and Personal time.
You decide how you want to balance your Life.
Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but
always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.
Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life,
the whole aim of human existence.
So, take it easy, do what you want to do
and appreciate nature.
Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Just In Love
Love is a rose that grows in the desert. While the scrounging sun burns the ground the rose is unalert, for love is like an impenetrable force that no one can destroy, because love is something that everyone can enjoy. Rather its love in a family, love for a spouse, or of love for a friend, love is something that is never for offend. When love comes to you things are as simple as can be, but over time, hard times, can come and make it seem like a catastrophe. But love is not something meant for misuse but it can be used in ways that are of abuse. For things are as not as that seem for when it comes to love some feelings are supreme, and other feelings make you scream. Some days love is simple, other days its confusing as hell, few days its remorseful, and everyday its joyful as heavenly bells. Love is a process not an acute piece of work, for as its a work of art it ends in a simple smirk. Love takes time never something you should rush, for if you do it can start as something beautiful, but end in a terrible crush. Love is something everyone learns from, never something to forget, for as life is given, kept, and taken, away everyday there more to learn about love just yet.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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0168Letter to a Troubled Youngster
you come from a family that –
well, I’ve known better and,
I’ve certainly known worse..
but all you want right now
is to get right away from them,
live your own life, make
your own mistakes.. and
half of you is looking forward to
doing just that, and
half of you’s not sure..
OK so far? I’m trying to be fair…
now here are some sketches of
what life may hold:
there’s the random, no-plan plan –
life happens; no plan, no control;
or there’s the existentialist view:
I make my own life, I’m in control,
and then I live it; that’s it,
I’m strong.
or there’s the Indian view:
that in some timeless way
which may be, how you played it
in a previous life; or right now, as outside time;
you’ve set yourself this scenario which
you’ve got another chance, now,
to improve, resolve, in order to..
live fully? be your own real self?
be happy? help the world? ..
fill this one in yourself
or there’s the view that God,
the gods, the Fates (fill this one in, too
or leave it blank for later) , anyway
Someone Up There or
Someone In Here
has – as the Stoics believed –
set your life as a series of
lessons to be learned. The right answers
that you may or may not have got right
may or may not be at the back of the book
but with a bit of luck, you’ll have a pretty clear idea
with this in mind, of how it’s going
But whichever, the great thing is –
treat all the hurdles as
challenges to overcome; even,
if you’re that strong, look forward every day
to what may happen; and when it does,
be glad, whether it seems ‘good’ or ‘bad’,
give it your full and glad acceptance, ’cos
that’s how it’s going to be, anyways..and
you may learn more that way
and have a lot of fun in the sense
of freedom, that this view will, shall, bring
and sorry if all this is trite.. it’s the best that
I can do; have sometimes done;
and no, I haven’t always followed
my own advice..
so enjoy, and good luck.. for, who knows,
it may not be just luck
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sign 'o' the Times
I am a simple man it seems
And happy I should be.
Not driven by the money train
Or chic celebrity
I wish to only live and breath
And find a house to dwell
And raise a little family
With loving wife as well
My only wants are very small
My outlook always bright
To work and earn to feed us all
To sleep so sound at night.
Be healthy and enjoy life so
To me is all it takes
But lately it's been touch and go
like someone hit the brakes.
For all around are darker foes
Who's wish it only seems
To break the hearts of simple men
And shatter all their dreams.
Men with money cheat and lie
Avoiding any sleaze
People in authority
We find so hard to please.
The law that stands to help us so
So strangely now entrenched
In battles with the 'average Joe'
no thought of common sense.
Councils snoop and use our cash
To persecute the meek
While thugs with drugs grow like a rash
Each day of every week.
Politicians lie and shout
And lose the very focus
Of what their job is all about
a mire of Hocus Pocus.
They say that money is so short
They have'nt got a bean.
Yet spend our cash on some report
It's really quite obscene
So what of I the simple man,
Who only wants to live?
And raise a little family
And has the love to give? .
Well truth be told upon my soul
A future I have none,
Like water down an unplugged hole
There's nowhere left to run..
poem by Dave James
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Enjoy
Enjoy these instants afforded you before they pass away.
If love is your password, happiness will mark your stay.
There is no better investment than time with family and friends.
There's no better feeling than the effect that your love sends.
Take time out of each day and enjoy what's important in your life.
Then dismiss time consuming, unimportant things that cause strife.
Enjoy today without worrying about what will happen tomorrow.
Present is past in a moment and time is a thing you can't borrow.
Before clock or events can ever so quickly alter your tenuous fate,
Enjoy, enjoy your wonderful, loving life; it's still not too late!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Family Gatherings
Family Gatherings - They Bring Happiness And
Cheer.. Moments Of Precious Memorys To Hold
Within And Remember The Following Year.
Family Gatherings - Are For Those Who Live At
A Distance...To Bring That Closeiness, And
Warmth Contentment.
Family Gatherings - Have Many Smiling Faces.
Playful Children Dancing All Around... As If
An Outside Play Ground. Family Gatherings -
Brings Forth That Social Communication.
Up Dateing To Present Life Situations.
Family Gatherings - Give Us A Chance To Spend
Quality Time... Knowing One Another As Family,
For Those Who Have Forgotten In Time.
Family Gatherings - For Those Precious Moments
Being Shared - Makeing Beautiful Memorys Of
Reminessing Being Shared.
Family Gatherings... Puts Forth That Smile And
Song In Heart... Bring Us Together, Not So Far
Apart.
Family Gatherings...
poem by Laura Eggebrecht
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What Is Family?
A family is love
That puts itself above
Everything else in this world.
A family is trust
That's fair and just
In its treatment of each other.
A family is pride
And will never hide
Its feelings for one another.
A family is dear
And won't disappear
When things are getting tough.
A family is hope
That learns to cope
With all that comes their way.
A family is sound
With their feet on the ground
On every brand new day.
A family is kind
And will always find
The time to be together.
A family is wise
And treasures its ties
For always and forever.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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0182 Parents (2)
OK, you don’t have to believe this;
but it’s worth thinking about.
Here’s the theory – it’s as beautifully
simple, and as subtle in its implications,
as any mathematician would enjoy:
In the succession of our lives,
leading by so many, many rebirths
to our perfection, each life
is shaped by our actions
in the previous life
and, deep, deep in our soul -
which wants only the best for us,
while we live through what’s laid down
by our past – some sublime reasoning
sets up the handicaps which we must
transcend in our next life; that is, this one
rather as if a jockey or a show-jumper
sets up the hedges, fences, walls, and water-jumps
for themself, so that they themself
may test themself to ride a greater course,
maybe a perfect round..
I’ll cut the moral, here. It’s all
beyond acceptance, and personal forgiveness, though
that’s a start; just a lifetime of
opportunities to ‘make something of yourself’
knowing in your heart that ultimately -
that is, right now -
it’s for the good
so, for a nice friendly family start:
you yourself chose your parents..
OK, you don’t have to believe this;
but it’s worth thinking about?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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At The Beginning.........
created in a simple form with a simple purpose
to enjoy what is given and live in a simple ways
where each gift is given according to each one
needs
leaves, creator to walk in the paradise, where
everything is almost heaven to take, worries,
anxiety, pain, and suffering is not a experienced
to remember
gives all of what is life in the heaven's park, a will
that is freely given, the will to pro-creates, to
judge, to live and the authority to save all of what
is living
now is to die of what makes every living live a
time to go and see, believe, and forward, every
precious moment to feel the special time, the
remembrance of every start
a simple beginning, where everybody leaves every
soul to a simple return....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Work To Work
Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...
Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...
Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...
Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for
Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...
Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day
Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...
Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...
Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Family Of Friends
How do you live,
in a family,
that never shows love,
that only brings drama and chao,
upon the table of life.
...
How?
because you surround yourself,
with another kind of family.
...
A family,
that never judges you,
won't pull you to the ground,
but pick you up when your down in the dirt.
...
People who,
you can tell anything too,
and won't think differently of you,
after they know,
your deepest,
and darkest most kept secrets.
...
This family,
isn't blood related,
but so much more,
their a family of my friends.
: : end: :
written: 11/13/05
poem by Broken Angel
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Simple Life
Imagine what it would be like
just to live the simple life,
a life with no electricity,
no radios, no TV and no music
blaring in your ears
twenty-four hours a day.
Back to the simple life
going to sleep when you are tied
and getting up when you want to,
work through the hours of daylight
on your own plot of land,
curl up with a good book
when evening calls.
Grow your own food
with no chemicals to help,
greet the morning sun
always with a smile.
Would it be nice to live the simple life
every once and a while.
14 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Simple As That
You go to work, work hard all day
At the end of the week, you collect your pay
Thats just where its at
Its as simple as that
You pay your bills the best that you can
But the rising cost sure hurts a family man
While the rich man gets fat
Its as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
Your minds made up to get that house on the hill
But you just dont know if you ever will
Because you cant get the cash
Its as simple as that
Cause the man from the bank, he wont give you a loan
Without putting a morgage on all that you own
A tit for a tat
Its a simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
Before you know it the kids are all grown
And married off with kids of their own
And its all in the past
Its as simple as that
Youve reached the autumn of your life
And all thats left is you and your wife
And a dog and a cat
Its as simple as that
And the money goes so fast it aint funny
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Why Do You Think That I Am Ambitious?
you met me a long time ago,
20 years ago, i counted the passing years
i did not know what your impression of me
was.
when our paths met a few days ago
you wrote me a letter
telling me that i am an ambitious man
there is nothing wrong with ambition
it is a positive trait
to go forward in life
but i am not really ambitious
i live a very simple life
not that kind that Basho lived when he was once here
on this very place of a simple dwelling
a leaking roof where drops of rain serve as count
for the rhythm of
a poem
banana leaves to five space for something green
a perfectly opened window the one that does not close even at night
because we all want to see the hills and trees
the landscape of flowers and grass
we even want to take the roof out
so we can see all the stars.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drunks Confession
because of my drinking, a life was lost
now i must live in complete remorse.
no one can bring that loved one back
and their family, living with panic attacks.
it does not matter if we're drinking
when we're young or old.
the taking of a life will still unfold.
the thought will always enter your mind
if i had stopped to think
i would not have taken that drink.
that person would be alive today
and with family, and friends they would play.
i did not realize the agony i would sustain
and their family living in constant pain.
i always said that i could control 'it'.
and that's not true.
for when you're high, you don't know what to do.
this is the price that we all must pay
for a life that i took that day.
now i'm waiting for a jury to decide
if i should live or i should die.
i at least put my life in capable hands
but 'the life i took did not have that chance'.
poem by Louis Rams
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Save Somebody To Save Yourself.
Crying out, to not be just snuffed out. A pledge from the forgotten son. Truth in so many words can be won. A drive to make you live long enough to see your success. I'm not just trying to impress, but to make you see your work is not in vain. I'm come full on, guns blazing. Ready for everything and anything. A mission to the impossible dream so it seems. But I'm still here, so have no fear. A hero in the making as your hearts already breaking. Staving off the vultures who are waiting for death like its accommodation. No appreciation. Paying just for the ground in which you lay. Please enjoy your stay. Mass of friends and family beneath your feet. What a treat. But eh come on now it is what it is. Forget and forgive, live and let live. So i just dive in where i can, cause it makes feel like a better man. I've been falling in this quick sand and needed a hand. So now its time to embrace other end. So let me be your hero. Let me bring you above the clouds. Hold your head up without doubt. Yeah thats what im all about. Fates have sewn to a world so unknown. Together is definitely better then living for forever. Heart ache comes and goes just like snow. Sometimes just need to be a hero to save yourself. To quick to justification can lead to horrible revelations. A simple conclusion is what need in life. And doesnt involve your scarlet eyes looking so sad with a knife. Just let me be your hero, its what i need just to breath.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What Are Best Choices?
At present I work
under my own direction
and financial freedom.
This may change after June
2011 world politics will soon
go through an oiled polar shift
illuminati is cause and effect.
At present
both my daughters
are very young
both my sons
have attained degrees?
financially sprung?
Even had they failed
I would be proud
if they had persevered
with genuine effort.
Perceive many choices
opportunities in oyster life
our abilities suit us to
irritation different pursuits?
Change is possible
and desirable
until we find
where our abilities
are best applied.
Youth flux young
have siren abilities
conflict difficulty
of being a teenager
is often complicated
by awareness
of economic life
pressures to succeed
in a career
to gain status
and enjoy
an asset better
lifestyle.
Where in truth
does real happiness lie
what are best choices?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wealth (Nonet Poetry Form)
Though I may not have many assets
My simple dwelling not that grand
My luxuries in life scarce
Work feeds the needs at hand
Sometimes life is harsh
Still I'm thankful
For my health
And kids...
Wealth!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad
Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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